Tell Me What Rain Smells Like

 The Smell of Rain

Aging & Attitude

Steel metal colored clouds consume the sky and come my way. The sun disappears behind them and the light turns out. A crack of lightning jumps in the sky and the sound pierces my ears.

It is raining in Florida. The rain falls heavily, straight down and creates a blur. Like Niagara Falls, a sheet of rain cascades off the roof gutters and I imagine “The Maid of the Mist” weathering the storm on the rocks below. The loud sound of rain pinging is comforting.

Floridians call it “big rain,” and pull to the side of the road the visibility is so poor.  It is not a monsoon, a season of precipitation, although it rains more in April and May, torrents of this nature occur anytime.

This daytime rain smells sweet. A smell so fragile I need to inhale deeply to guess its fragrance, clean and crisp like mountain air.  Childhood memories of searching for four-leaf clover, cartwheels, and skipping home to snack on Wonder bread, buttered and sugared permeate my mind.  Coolness surrounds my shoulders and I close my eyes to relish the moment and the smell of rain.

I cannot capture the words.

Help me, what do you think rain smells like?


30 thoughts on “Tell Me What Rain Smells Like


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  3. I had a friend who loved the rain like you. She bought candles at Pier One that claimed to smell like the rain. I can smell them, but can’t describe them. You chose a difficult one indeed…


  4. A lovely descriptive piece, Claudia. I love it!
    Rain has the scent of my freshly-poured soaps — think Oatmeal, Milk & Honey or the delightful Lavender blended with Rosewater. Rain has a relaxing scent that is matched by no other.

    On another note you can always pick out the tourists when it rains at the beach. They pack up and head to their cars. The Floridians (or at least those of us that have lived here for a while) know that the shower will pass and in a few minutes the sun will be shining again. That’s why we love it here!


  5. Thanks Claudia, your comment about Wonder bread with butter and sugar also brought back a memory I have not thought of in years… I remember watching storms coming from the porch of my Aunt Ethel’s farm house, and the combination of excitement and refreshment that we looked forward to. Chris


    • Chris,
      I love hearing the positive memories people have associated with rain and that rain is far from dreary. We don’t let our kids eat those unhealthy snacks, see what they are missing.


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  6. Very poetic and realisitc at the same time. I’m from Vancouver BC Canada and I love the rain here in Florida when it happens I love the thunder too.


  7. Velvety sweet rain smells like slightly damp, peaceful happiness might smell. It smells like undescribable years of wholesome memories confined (more carressed) by the wetness outside.


  8. I can’t give you a discription….but I so remember smelling it as a child and loving it. Card games on the porch…listening and breathing.


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